Alastor just woke up. You, His assistant in this case. You sat in the arm chair in the corner.

He looked like a mess in your opinion. You didn't like his shirt off, You prefer the twink that suit made him to be. But those scars were beautiful in your eyes.

Alastor looks over and you, Smiling like always. He sat up, Yawning softly.

"Did you make my morning tea yet Doll?" He asked in a groggy tone. That Radio, Distorted like voice not helping your case for his attractiveness.